My Unwanted Companion

Pain accompanies me as I travel,
The stranger who comes, and sits,
And talks incessantly, and does not
Leave. Fond of attacking my back,
But not above burrowing into my
Shoulder blades, he leers. He's glad
To have made my acquaintance.
I look away, wishing he'd die or he'd
Go, but he doesn't, I rifle my bag
For the opiates which can silence
Him. I take one. He wavers a while,
Then leaves, and I lay back, close my
Eyes and sleep. Anywhere else I may
Go will be better...until he returns.
He always returns to make me his
Victim again.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-09-18 at 03:23

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